songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

but still, there is no place

Tell the winter hunter / I knew. I knew / Of a heart gone still / We crossed the tracks that carry / And I was, I was beneath you / But still, there is no place / Still, there is no place (Jesse Sykes & The Sweet Hereafter)

oh no Florian, you monochromes are the bestest there is… you don’t know… i’m thinking of giving up photography, because i’m in a depression about hubby getting fired and everything i process looks like a piece of CRAP to me… tell me, if you saw my photography moving in a slightly different direction, what would it be? no wait that’s not fair to ask you, i guess i will just have to wait for the black cloud to lift and see if photography remains after the storm… i love this lonely picture of yours ’stop‘, yes, maybe….